Aughra: Mouldy mildew, mother of mouthmuck, dangle and strangle and death.
Slave Master: Oh how crude!


General: GARTHIM! ATTACK!


Chamberlain: Trial by stone.
General: TRIAL BY STONE!


Historian: Hold her to you, for she is part of you, as we all are part of each other.


Jen: Oh, no. Right in the mud.


Aughra: The angle of eternity.


Jen: Oh no right on the mud.


Jen: Wings! I don't have wings.
Kira: Of course not. You're a boy.